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There was a boy named Edrik Vale.
Edrik wasn’t born under omens.
He wasn’t born under shooting stars.
He wasn’t born with noble blood or hidden artifacts.
He was born in the wrong part of the wrong city, on a night of acid rain that corroded the rotten wooden roofs and flowed down the alleys like dirty tears. His mother died when he was five. Fever. Cold. Hunger. It was hard to tell which of the three had won.
His father?
A name. Nothing mor ...
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